#last time i drew them was so long ago omg

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such dramatic gay people

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doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

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DOMESTIC LIFE WITH NETEYAM ONESHOT WHEN ⁉️⁉️⁉️ its so cute because i know how good neteyam is with tuk and he would (could've) be the sweetest husband ever

Death Won’t Do Us Part

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Married Life, Domesticity, Teeny Tiny Angst

Warnings: Major Avatar 2 Spoiler

Ever since the incident, Neteyam was attached to you more than ever. When the two of you were finally of age, you mated, being bound to each other for life. But, there was a different binding Neteyam wanted to do too; to marry you. And so, here you are, living happily with the sweetest husband anyone could ask for.

THAT CORRECTION WAS SO EVIL 😭😭 but omg imagine dilf neteyam 🤨🤨

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [06/01/23] ❞  

Ever since that fateful incident with the Metkayina clan, Neteyam had grown more attached to you than ever.

You two had always shared a bond that transcended beyond friendship. You yearned for one another, longing for affectionate touches and the chance to lie together in the tranquility of eclipse. To talk for hours on end, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

Those feelings were wrenched out from you both only when he was on the threshold of death, as he drew what you feared was his last breath. You couldn't understand why the love of your life was in your arms, blood pooling from the chest where his heart beat so fervently for you. But, now it would no longer beat at all.

If it weren't for his miraculous survival that dreadful day, you'd swear Eywa was cruel. The feelings you exchanged hung like a heavy weight in the atmosphere between you two, creating tension that could be pierced with a knife. You were hesitant to talk about what you admitted to him, but you tried nonetheless.

Neteyam sobbed into your chest for the first time in a long time, confessing that he was afraid he would never receive the chance to be with you. That as he lived through Eywa, you'd carry on without him and eventually discover a new love. He was however here now, and you weren't going to give him up.

...

When the two of you had come of age, you were rattled by the anxiety that had accumulated in the pit of your stomach. You adored Neteyam, but the prospect of mating with him for the first time made you apprehensive. It left you queasy to be so exposed to him, laid bare without even a single barrier to safeguard you. Neteyam, on the other hand, assured you that he loved you and longed to explore every side of you.

Neteyam purred in your ear with that raspy voice you so loved when the two of you were finally bonded together. He wanted you to be his wife. To cherish and hold you for the rest of his days, and to wake up next to you and see your sleepy face as you roused from your slumber. His affection for you was pure, and it melted your heart.

Of course you said yes, a smile gracing your lips.

...

Neteyam was the sweetest husband you could have ever asked for.

When you awoke, you were snuggled against him, your daughter nestled between the two of your bodies. Neteyam opened an eye, and you grinned as you noted the shadows under his eyes. Your daughter, Ingayn, was a nightmare to get to sleep, and that much was evident on your husband’s face. Laying like this, you were the perfect picture of a family amidst the placid buzz of the morning.

Neteyam caressed your temples with the back of his knuckles, and travelled to your cheeks, tucking a braid behind your ear. Even after years of marriage, you could never get enough of his gentle and loving touches.

You swung an arm over your daughter, searching fingertips skimming against the long-healed bullet wound on Neteyam's rigid chest. Your eyes darted from the scar to his gaze, and he sighed into your palm.

“It feels like so long ago.”

In response, you hummed and traced the shape of his lips. You leant forwards to kiss them as your fingers shifted to rest under his chin. Neteyam smiled into your embrace, and it induced you to feel intoxicated. You could spend the entire day in bed with your gorgeous husband if your duties permitted it, but you knew you had tasks to finish.

Ingayn yawned, and sat up to discover you and Neteyam exchanging loving kisses.

“Ewww, gross!”

She struck her father across the face with the makeshift pillow under you. Neteyam yanked the pillow from her grasp, and you knew Ingayn was absolutely screwed.

She burst into wild giggles as Neteyam snatched her up, and tickle attacked her. You chuckled at the action, and pinched her cheeks when Neteyam pulled away.

He brushed one last chaste kiss against your lips, sighing contentedly. “Okay, I have duties to attend to. I’ll see you later, love.”

You picked up your daughter, and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

Neteyam could only grumble. “Fun is when I’m with you.”

He climbed out of bed reluctantly, and kissed his daughter on the forehead before departing. Knowing that every morning would resemble this made your heart soar. How did you become so lucky?

[captn-trex]

technical devotion, part twenty-two: pinnacle

a/n: this has been a long time coming omg, I wrote a lot of this months ago, I hope it's good payoff for the 20 chapters of literally just pining lmao, that being said, heed the warnings… also I'm coming to realise that I gave Kan the bisexual-unable-to-sit-in-a-chair-normally curse. sorry girlie

content warnings: NSFW 18+ sexual content, oral (f!receiving), praise kink?? small amount of insecure echo and a decent amount of… not insecure echo

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Kan tweaked the connection on her transmissions device, her headphones planted firmly over her ears as she tried to get a clear signal. She had been assembling the device for a little while now, holed up in her room upstairs while the clones finished up plans, ate, chatted amongst themselves, and everything else she was trying to avoid.

She was trying her best to push Echo from her mind, specifically the feeling of his lips on hers. She was mostly succeeding, though she found her breath getting shaky when she lingered on it too long. Luckily, the static and crackling of the device she was listening to was just unpleasant enough to draw her focus fully for a time. She had turned it up loud, which meant that she missed the knock at the door when Echo came up to investigate her absence.

When Kan didn’t reply or open the door, Echo just stood outside the door for a moment. He waited to see if she would let him in, and knocked again when he was met by more silence. Still, nothing. He drew his brows together in confusion, and cracked open the door to check if she was sleeping already.

The sight that met his eyes only made his heart flutter, an amused laugh threatening to leave his lips. Kan was sat on the floor facing the bed, resting her forehead against it, and he would have though she was asleep if it wasn’t for her fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern on her knee. Echo couldn’t help his smile, and he walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder when she hadn’t noticed his presence. Kan jumped back, whirling around and almost sending her headphones careening across the room.

“Echo!” she said, sitting up straighter and pushing her glasses on top of her head, “What are you doing here?”

Echo frowned, “am I not allowed to be here?”

��Uh— no of course, yeah” Kan stuttered out, her gaze latching to the floor as an awkward feeling grew around the two of them.

Echo just tipped his head to the side, a little enervated by how Kan was acting. He watched as she started fiddling with the controls of her device again, though the headphones still sat on the floor where she had placed them down.

“You missed dinner” Echo pointed out after a stretch of silence.

“Did I?”

Echo’s face twisted in confusion. Her voice was so flippant, yet strained, and it was a tone he had never heard from her.

“Are you okay?” he tried asking, his voice a little softer.

“I'm fine yeah, probably just need to sleep or something” she mumbled out, still refusing to look up at him.

Echo gave her a moment, a chance to do anything else but ignore him, but she wouldn’t relent. He took a seat in front of her on the bed, and the action finally drew her eyes up to meet his. Her expression was hesitant, unsettled even, but Echo just waited patiently for her to explain what was going on.

“Um— I'm sorry about what happened earlier” she spoke stiffly, and Echo’s heart lurched.

“You're sorry?” he asked, “why are you sorry?”

“I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything” Kan shrugged, hanging her head and looking down to her knees again.

That gave him pause. Uncomfortable? Are we talking about the same thing?

Echo tentatively placed a finger under Kan’s chin and tipped her head up so she was forced to look at him again.

“M'aira, what are you talking about?” he asked softly, eyes searching hers.

“Uh— you… it seemed like you were scared of anyone seeing, and then you were… ignoring me, I thought—” she paused when she caught the growing grin on Echo’s face, “what?”

“I wasn’t uncomfortable M'aira” he assured in an almost amused tone.

“You weren’t?” Kan’s eyebrows raised.

Echo wasn't going to leave any room for misinterpretation. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her lips, and Kan stiffened slightly before she relaxed into it. Her eyes fluttered open as Echo pulled back, gently tracing his thumb along her jaw.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, a widening smirk pulling at his lips.

Kan tried to supress her own growing smirk, and gave him an unconvincing innocent look, “I don't know, I think I'm still a little confused”

Echo chuckled, his hand cupping her jaw to pull her into another kiss. This time it was slow, more intimate, like he was savouring the taste of her. Kan's stomach was overtaken with butterflies by the time that he pulled away again.

“How about now?” he prompted in a low voice, his face still only centimetres from hers. His honey eyes were burning with something that Kan could only define as desire, and it tugged at something deep within her

“Yeah, I think I get it now” she spoke, a little breathless.

Echo brought his forehead to Kan's as she gently dragged her teeth along her lower lip, chewing on it nervously. Echo ran his thumb over her lip to stop her.

“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers for answers.

“I don’t know. Everything. Nothing” she chuckled slightly, and Echo smiled knowingly, his own mind a strange mix of screaming and still.

He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, tracing the path of her diamond tattoos. Her skin was soft, and his cybernetic slid against it like water on glass.

“You’re so beautiful, Kandam'aira” He whispered, a reverence to his voice. Kan smiled warmly, the sound of her full name uttered perfectly from his lips sending a tingle up her spine

“So are you, Echo” she replied in the same hushed tone, reaching up to take his hand in hers.

Echo smiled, then became a little hesitant. Kan watched him toy with something in his head, his eyes flicking between hers.

“M'aira, I-” He began, then dropped his eyes down to his lap. Kan just smiled patiently, taking his jaw in her hand and guiding this gaze back to her, waiting on him to continue. Echo's throat bobbed before he continued “is this something you want? You and me?”

Kan nodded, a beaming smile growing on her features, “I have for a while, to be honest” she said with a small hint of bashfulness.

Echo chuckled breathily, “yeah, me too”

He reattached his lips with hers again after a short moment, unable to help himself any longer. Kan sighed into the kiss, awakening something within him and making his body ache with a longing he couldn’t contain.

Kan raised to her knees slowly, slotting her body between Echo's legs and letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. He reached down and hooked his hands underneath her thighs, swiftly pulling her onto his lap on the bed. Kan let out a surprised squeak at the action, and Echo smirked against her lips, sliding his hands around to her back to pull her towards him further.

Echo groaned into the kiss as Kan shifted in his lap, and the way she could feel it rumble through her body drew a moan from her in turn. Kan tightened her grip on him, coiling her arms around his neck, and Echo was quick to flip them over, laying her on her back on the bed.

He paused over her, breaking the kiss to look over her features. Her hair was laid out around her like a halo, drawing attention to her olive skin. Her eyes shone up at him, filled with hunger and adoration, and it only made Echo shake his head in disbelief that someone as beautiful as her was beneath him.

“You're so beautiful” he breathed out, trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbones and causing her skin to prickle all over her body. “So pretty for me” he mumbled against her, and she realised that he was kissing along her scar, tracing the outline of the skin that bore the mark of suffering.

She couldn't help but shiver, the action sending desire coursing through her veins. He slipped his hands underneath her top, and Kan lifted herself slightly so that he could slide it from her body. Kan's hands tried to find purchase on his body, clawing at his armour, but Echo wouldn't let her, instead gathering her wrists in his hand and pinning them above her head.

Looking down at her, her eyes blown wide with desire and longing, lips swollen, breath ragged and bare chest heaving, Echo had to stop to commit the positively intoxicating sight to his memory. His other hand, his cybernetic, found her face as he shifted his leg upwards between hers, earning a quiet whimper.

“Why don't let me take care of you” he suggested, cold metal fingers trailing along her jaw, “I'll show you what this hand you made me can do”

His eyes were dark and one brow raised as he drew in close, and Kan would have given an affirmative if it wasn't for Echo's lips attaching to her throat.

He let go of her wrists, sliding his hand down her arm, and winding his way down her body with lingering kisses. He could hear her breath shortening with every brush of his lips against her skin, as he drew near to the point she so desperately wanted him to be. Placing a final kiss to her hip, he ran a finger along the edge of her trousers drawing a small shudder from her.

“Echo, please” Kan's voice came out in a desperate whisper, unsure of exactly what she was even pleading for in the moment.

“So eager” Echo shook his head with a smirk, and leaned up to meet her lips in a chaste kiss. Kan whined a little and he couldn't help but chuckle, “patience, cyar'ika. I'm going to take my time with you”

With that, he shifted down her body again, his hands trailing the contours of her sides, and kneeled on the floor between her legs. He hooked a finger into her belt and gazed into her widened eyes, silently asking permission. Kan nodded more vigorously than she intended, immediately feeling her face flush, but Echo just delighted in the sight.

He unbuckled the belt and slid the fabric down her legs, throwing them away to the side and immediately bringing his lips to her skin. He pressed light kisses along her inner thighs, slowly making his way up to the apex of her legs. Kan felt his breath fan over her clothed core, and struggled to keep her breathing from coming out in short pants.

“So wet for me already, cyare?” Echo teased, noting the way he underwear clung to her.

“Echo” She whined out, her voice far breather than she envisioned.

Echo was completely relishing in the effect he was having on her. He ran a finger over the edge of her underwear, earning another whimper from her.

“What is it sarad?” he spoke softly, urging her to tell him what she wanted.

Kan lolled her head back, positively reeling from all the affectionate nicknames. She just breathed out his name again in a pleading tone, and he huffed a short laugh, ghosting his knuckles over her core.

“You'll have to use your words my darling” he murmured.

Kan brows were furrowed when she brought her head up, and Echo's mouth twisted into a smirk at her petulant expression.

“Stop teasing me”

“Only if you ask nicely” he prompted.

Kan blew out a breath, her brows pinched, “please Echo, I need you”

A quiet growl sounded in the back of Echo's throat as he pressed a kiss against her through her the fabric of her underwear.

“Good girl” he mumbled, finally pulling down her underwear and throwing them in the same direction as her previously discarded trousers.

He breathed deeply, a low groan escaping him as he took in the sight of Kan like this, beautiful and bare, needy for him. It was beyond exhilarating. He placed one last kiss to her thigh, mumbling a few tender words of acclimation against her before his tongue found its way between her legs. Kan releases a delighted moan at the feeling of his tongue exploring her, and her body sunk into the bed as all tension left her.

Kan felt as if she was floating. The situation seemed almost absurd, so absurd that after months and months of desperately seeking this intimacy from Echo, she was nearly ready to fall apart. One of his hands gripped her thigh, the other reaching up and around her body as she arched her back, and he pulled her against his mouth from the base of her spine, more obscene moans spilling from her lips.

“Oh Echo” she exhaled, her hands tangled in her sheets, a white knuckled grip on them.

His name had never sounded so alluring and sinful as in that moment, and it only made a new wave of desire wash over him. He doubled his efforts, his tongue coming up to circle her sensitive bud as she felt his fingers trail up the inside of her thigh.

The sensation that gripped her as his fingers pushed inside her had her trembling, already feeling an fierce heat building in her core. Echo spoke words of adulation against her as his fingers worked expertly, the cool material of his cybernetic giving her a pleasure that she’d never known. Soon enough, she felt a familiar feeling beginning to grip her, and could help the way her voice cracked as she spoke up.

“Echo, I— I'm going to—”

“That's it cyare, let go, good girl”

The final words sent her into overdrive, and immediately the pressure building inside her snapped, an intense pleasure flooding through her as she let out a strangled moan. Echo straightened his posture to look into her eyes as his fingers worked her through her high, taking her face in his free hand, and basking in the look of pure ecstasy that his actions had caused.

“My beautiful M’aira” He began, a look of adoration plastered on his face, “My good girl” He repeated, and she whimpered lightly, confirming to him that the nickname had indeed been what sent her over the edge. He bit his lip before capturing her lips in a short but sweet kiss.

“Such a good girl for me, aren't you cyar'ika”

Kan groaned and huffed out a breath, “you know what you're doing to me”

Echo smirked at her irritation, loving the sight of her being so needy. “Maybe I do” He peppered kisses along her jaw and spoke into her ear in a low voice, “What are you going to do about it?”

Kan just groaned, pushing him off of her, “get this armour off. Now”

She began working on his utility belt as he worked on his arms. Once he was left in just his blacks, Kan knelt in front of him on the bed, sliding her hands under his top and urging him to take it off. He did as he was told, grabbing hold of it from the neck and slipping it off.

Echo suddenly felt a wave of insecurity rush over him, but the way that Kan ran her hands across his body, looking over his physique hungrily, made his walls come down again.

“You're so stunning Echo” Kan looked into his eyes and could see how much the comment meant to him.

“Nothing compared to you sarad” he rubbed her cheek with his thumb before bringing his lips to hers once more.

Kan reached to take off the lower half of his blacks but Echo’s heart leapt to his throat, grabbing her wrists and taking her hands away from him. Kan moved back from him and he suddenly felt cold with the warmth of her skin so far from him.

“I'm sorry, do you not want to—”

“No! I mean yes! I want to, I'm sorry” Echo stuttered out, then took a moment just to breathe, “You've just— you've never— um… my legs”

Kan put her hands on his cheeks, drawing all of his attention to her words, “Echo, I don't care about that stuff”

Despite the comfort the sentiment brought, Echo still bit down on his lip, and Kan kissed him again to stop him.

“Please” she spoke, her tone so soft and adoring, “I want you, and I want you how you are. You're beautiful Echo, nothing could change my mind”

Her words eased his mind so simply, touching his very soul in a way that only she could. He felt so safe, so revered with her, and before he could stop himself, the words were tumbling out of him.

“I love you Kandam'aira” He confessed, making Kan's eyes go wide, her breath stuttering. He immediately began to backpedal, “I'm sorry, I don't know why I—”

She pressed a hard kiss to his lips to interrupt him, pulling his body flush against hers. When she pulled away, she kept her forehead pressed into his, her eyes still closed.

“Shut up, don't take it back” she breathed out, then flitted her eyes open and peered into his, “I love you Echo”

Then it was Echo's turn to lose his ability to breathe.

“I've loved you ever since the first time we were here, ever since Haidoral Prime. Maker, I've been obsessed with you since the beginning” Her words were spilling from her as if they'd been held back so long that she couldn't help it, her tongue tripping over syllables. Echo couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“You love me?” He asked in a whisper.

Kan just smiled, a sheepish kind of look, “more than anything”

Echo crashed his lips onto hers again, a newfound passion spreading through his body. He held Kan's body close to him, his hand trailing up her back and feeling a shiver run down her spine.

“Please” Kan said between kisses, her fingers in the waistband of his blacks, “let me take these off”

Echo nodded eagerly against her, and she slid them down his mechanical legs. This time, his insecurities laid dormant in the back of his mind, the atmosphere around the two of them filled with absolute adoration and trust of one another. Kan’s hands trailed down Echo’s body, but before they could get far, he grabbed them and pushed her backwards gently onto the bed.

“I told you cyare, I'm taking care of you today” He said, pushing her knees apart with his hands.

Kan took in the sight of him kneeling above her and bit into her lip. It was truly a sight to behold.

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[dok-err]

OMG SANS UNDERTALE!

Don't mind the fact that Sans's design has been changed since he was intended for the ULC (Undertale Last Corridor) discord server but i decided to keep the design for myself (my design, if anything)

The first three sketches with bad time Sans of the fourth sketch with a pacifist Sans of the fifth and six sketches neutral Sans (Sans said toi much in a day)

I forgot to say why the style is so different in different sketches

Therefore, i drew the most recent sketches (namely the fourth, fifth and six sketch) a very long time ago, and the very first three sketches are newer, since i drew them not so long ago.

[enden-k]

i’m absolutely hooked on your grimms games story.. feel like an orphaned kid (youri) begging for more scraps! please sir... can i have some more 🙏🙏. i have a good load of questions though tehe... feel free to ignore any, i know its a lot

1. you mentioned that the games are all played for the entertainment of others, but i wondered what you meant by that? does this mean there’s a higher organisation that watch these games for fun... or are the games broadcasted to the people of the city for their entertainment?

2. how long do these games typically last? i assumed they happen every year.. but do the teams have a set time frame to complete the game by, or are there no time restrictions + the game simply ends when there’s only one team standing?

3. do the games only consist of fighting, or are there external forces involved in tricking and endangering the players? for example.. collapsing buildings, natural disasters, acid rain? (which makes me wonder whether the games are held in a controlled arena, distant + abandoned grounds, or within the city and among the ppl)

4. shorter question! but how do people enter the games? the fighting siblings and the surrounding team members?

5. does kaia like women.. would she perhaps be interested in kissing girls.. just asking... for a friend.. 🫣🏳‍🌈..

ALSO I’M REALLY SORRY, I KNOW THERE’S A LOT OF QUESTIONS... i’m not expecting an answer for all of them dw, only answer whatever u feel like answering 🫶 but omg i am SO hooked on this story, on ur characters.. (particularly izayah, kaia and tay) sending u all the love!!!

!!!!!!!!! thanks for the interest and asking!!!!

2) the game starts once both siblings set foot into the city and ends when the first sibling dies. the losing sibling will be eaten by the entity, finishing the ritual and once it hungers again, the games will be repeated and hosted by the winning sibling. until then, they rule (usually nothing less than 10 years), having all their wishes fulfilled

1) for this, i have to babble a bit abt the story/inspiration behind it. when i first drew this story, i was 14 and inspired by a fairytale my adoptive father used to read to us every evening when we were younger. idk if the story of hansel and gretel is known to all of you (i think it should?) but its literally the story my comic used to be heavily based on until i made changes over the years n stuff.

in my comic, i mentioned a ritual and sacrifice etc. its all for a strange, demonic entity who lured the first siblings into the woods centuries ago and the games were eventually made for. the sacrifices, the deaths are all for its entertainment, the souls to feed it. in return, it nurtures, powers and protects the cursed city

3) the entire cursed city is their battlefield and there are few safe zones where theres no fighting allowed and where they can encounter each other on a neutral basis (hospital, central part/main business district, ...). other than that, its pretty much purge-style. no rules, everything is allowed

4) the siblings are chosen by the entity itself early on, destined (cursed) to find their way into the woods and the city, lured by the entity. this goes only for the siblings, the main players.

for fairness, each team has fixed, same roles where the possible players are lit raised for it (like youri. he was taken in and raised to be the "guardian" among many other orphans). all members get picked by the siblings themselves, theyre responsible for their teams quality and quantity

5) kaia doesnt like much, shes entirely driven by hatred................but to answer that, yes she does jkjsbdjk

some answers are quite short, i came home from work and am a lil dead tbh but yea maybe ill pick these up some time again and elaborate more or so!!

[ticklishfiend]

Stained Leather (Good Omens)

(Switch!Aziraphale/Switch!Crowley)

⚠️SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS S2⚠️

Summary : He’s lost his angel. Now all Crowley has are the memories they shared. Memories he wishes he could forget as easily as he remembers them.

A/N : love these gay old-ass genderless beings with my whole heart and soul. which is why i’m devastated and needed to vent with angst and tickles :)

Warnings : angst, tickling

Word Count : 2221 (omg kinda angel numbers)

hope y’all enjoy! :)

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He’d been thinking a lot lately. For someone’s sake, he sure knows he’s got the time for it now. Driving endlessly for days, weeks, maybe months. Who really knows, with how time has blended seamlessly together like one long stretched road, terrifyingly eternal in its seeming hatred for dead ends. He’s had far too much time to ponder on the last, oh, 6000 years or so. But who’s counting? Certainly not Crowley.

He gave his head a stern shake, trying so hard to knock loose all those dreadful little thoughts that keep his knuckles white against the steering wheel. But thoughts always fell right back into place, and yet again, he felt trapped. Did the Bentley shrink since he drove it last? It seems far more cramped than usual. Like he doesn’t fit comfortably anymore, like his body can’t seem to find that Crowley shaped indent in the leather cushion that he worked so hard to make just for him. For a moment, he wonders if it took a new shape, one the car favored over his own.

Angel-shaped.

His eyes shut tight, silent fireworks in the darkness of his pinched eyelids. He’s thinking like a fool now. An idiotic, foolish sap.

That one thought has his mind drifting though, and he feels his heart race with the memories. It’s not the usual heart rate he has when thinking of his…the angel. No, it’s uncomfortable and uneasy. Unbearable. Like a blood-boiling type of heart rate. He’s never felt this way before when remembering.

One particular memory hits him like an oncoming truck. Makes him wish a real truck would hit him even harder.

…

“Please Angel, you’re gonna ruin the leather!”

“Oh, do stop being foolish. I know you are well aware that I’m not much of a mess-making type. Plus, I did bring napkins-“

“Mmyes, napkins, the pinnacle of all cleaning products against 100 year old leather” Crowley says too sarcastically for Aziraphale’s taste. “D’you remember 1991, that little excursion of ours in New York. You tried a hotdog that resulted in the world’s first mustard stain down an angel’s white button up,” Crowley popped the ‘P’ as he poked Aziraphale’s chest, right where the stain had sat years ago. Aziraphale swatted the hand away, annoyance painted all over his face. “It took a miracle to get that stain out, quite literally might I add.”

Aziraphale fixed his posture quickly, chin up in defiance. “Now that’s not fair, and you know it, Crowley. I distinctly remember a certain someone pinching my knee under the table just so I would spill something all over my garments.” Aziraphale huffed, wiping his mouth with one of the napkins he brought specifically because he knew Crowley would make a fuss. He had gotten an ice cream cone on their most recent outing, buying from a local vendor who made it from scratch. He tipped quite generously too, as homemade is always his favorite.

“Yeah well, s’not my fault your vessel’s too ticklish to keep food in your mouth,” Crowley grinned, leaning just a tad closer to Aziraphale so he could get a good look at that flustered expression painted on his angel’s face.

“Oh hush, it wasn’t even in my mouth when it fell. You know that, too,” He took a generous lick of the treat, unable to hold back a smile and slight wiggle at the strawberry flavor coating his tongue. “And don’t you forget, I’m not the only one here with a sensitive vessel. I seem to remember a particular incident in, oh, 2004 was it? Ah yes, you drew quite the attention of just about everyone in the pub with your scream-“

“Oh shuttuuuup, I did not scream,” Crowley insisted, just as he did back in ‘04, even with all those curious eyes on him. He specifically remembers two blue ones paired with a particularly un-angelic smile bringing a sickening warmth to his face. He merely rolled his eyes at the memory.

“A shrieking cackle then, maybe?” Aziraphale couldn’t hold back his cheeky smile as Crowley glared at him. “Would a shrill squeal better suffice? Nooo, I know, it was more like the wail of a —ah! Ah, Crohowley, wait-!” Aziraphale was cut off mid sentence by devilish fingers squeezing just above his knee cap, an unfortunate repeat of ‘91 waiting to happen. “The leather, Crohowley, the leatheheher!”.

“Oh no, do continue! I’d just love to hear what other synonyms you’ve been cooking up the past 10 years!” Crowley couldn’t help the grin as he saw Aziraphale struggle to keep his ice cream from dripping while pulling at the tickly hand on his leg. Those angelic giggles always have been his downfall, though he never did complain. “Haven’t got all day, have we, Angel?”

Aziraphale groaned through his giggles, nearly crushing the cone in his hand from his mirth. “You fiehehend!” He stomped his legs (gently, though for the soft angel it might as well been a violent kick) against the car floor, nearly pressing his face into the window next to him in giggly embarrassment. “Stop ahahat once!” His voice squeaked on the last word, and Crowley couldn’t hold back the fond coo if he wanted to.

“Aww cmon, now, you don’t have to kick her! What did she ever do to you, huh?” His hand moved to strike the angel’s side, cackling like the demon he is as Aziraphale practically folded sideways, the angel’s hand on the opposite side having quite the struggle to pull the tickly one off him. He must’ve forgotten he could switch the ice cream to his other hand, the poor ticklish thing.

Aziraphale no longer got any words in, too caught up in giggling his head off to care. He’d folded so much to the side his head began falling onto Crowley’s shoulder, seizing the opportunity to hide his face in the material.

Crowley thanked everything above and below that Aziraphale’s eyes were hidden, now that a familiar fond smile and warm blush painted the demon’s usually cold face. He loved seeing his angel like this, and he could surely get used to it.

However, he didn’t want to embarrass his friend so much he discorporated (though the thought awfully enticed him. Not the discorporation necessarily, but definitely getting his angel to blush so hard he was hot to the touch).

Crowley finally let go of him, smoothing out the fabric of his suit and snickering when Aziraphale flinched. “Oh, I’m done, angel. You can relax.”

Aziraphale pouted as he caught his breath, shoving the cone towards Crowley which he took without thinking twice. Aziraphale smoothed out his coat on his own, like he just knew Crowley wasn’t doing it properly before. After composing himself in silence, he gave a glare towards his demon. “That was rather childish of you, don’t you think?”

Crowley grinned. “Mmyes, I suppose it was,” he took a lick of the ice cream before handing it back to a still blushing Aziraphale. The angel looked to the roof of the car as if sending a silent prayer. Crowley tilted his head. “But rather fun though, wouldn’t you say?”

Aziraphale gave a tight shake of his head. “I cannot agree in the slightest. Exploiting my vessel’s sensitivities like that is just…well it’s unprofessional, Crowley. You should know better.”

“What, know better than to give my angel a little laugh once in a while? I say no harm, no foul,” He shrugged, sagging back into his seat and throwing an arm over the back of Aziraphale’s own.

“No no, much harm, much foul. It’s humiliating!” Aziraphale pouted again, looking down at his ice cream with those awful puppy-dog eyes Crowley just can’t stand for long. “Vessels are such strange things.”

Crowley sighed, “That they are.” He gazed at Aziraphale’s face for a moment, before decidedly looking anywhere but his face. He’d embarrassed his angel. He really didn’t mean to (well, he did, but he was allowed to feel a little bad about it after). Those heavenly giggles just have such a hold on him sometimes. He growled when a thought popped into his head he absolutely despised, but knew would make his friend feel all the better. “Look, if it embarrasses you that bad…and really it shouldn’t, it’s just laughing after all, not like I dressed you in feathers and made you dance down the street like a plump chicken-“

“Get to the point,” Aziraphale said straight-edged, like he’d been waiting to hear this from the start of his pout-parade. Oh that slimy little bastard. He always got his way with Crowley, didn’t he?

And still, Crowley didn’t call him out on it. He just growled through a long, dramatic sigh, looking up towards the roof. “You…well, I could allow, if only for a moment-!” He pointed a finger towards Aziraphale’s face (which he was looking at again, why did he always feel the need to look), and he was doing that smug little grin he always did, cheeks round and eyes squinted in his direction. Oh, Someone save him. “…nrk, just, make it quick, would you angel?”

Aziraphale cheered back up a little too quickly at that. “Oh of course. If you please?” He offered the cone back to Crowley, who took it with great hesitance. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, never one who was able to handle the anticipation. His lips pressed together in preparation to conceal all those embarrassing sounds he dreaded escaping, he held his breath and waited.

And waited.

He was half tempted to say something, but he was far too clever for that. Aziraphale’s done this before to him, making him open his mouth to complain before striking so he had no chance of holding back those sounds his angel dared to call giggles.

Instead, he opted to open one eye, just to see what all the hold up was about. So much for being clever.

Aziraphale’s hands were poised over Crowley’s torso, fingers wiggling with very un-angelic intent. His face said it all, though, looking directly into Crowley’s eyes like he had been waiting for him to look. Such an unfair game he played, at least Crowley got it over and done with!

Crowley growled behind gritted teeth, smacking away at those mean, teasy hands with his own free one. Aziraphale tsked.

“Now, Crowley, you said you’d give me a moment’s tickle, but I haven’t even started yet! You can’t shove me away already,” His hands continued their tickly motions here and there while being fought off (quite lazily if he had any say about it), “It’s against the rules.” Crowley groaned, always unable to stay silent against teasing.

“We’re rule-breakers, it’s what we do—AH!! No wahait! Oh you fuhucker!” Crowley released bubbly cackles as soon as Aziraphale touched down, squeezing the bottom of his ribs like his fingers were a magnet to his most sensitive spots.

“Such lovely laughs you always produce when I tickle here. Though, I’ve wondered before why some spots are more ticklish than others. Like, for example, here-“ He moved his hands up to Crowley’s neck, fingers fluttering softly against the skin and making Crowley break out in breathy giggles. “-you make such sweet giggles-“

“Nohohot gigglin’!”

“-and yet when I tickle your ribs, you just-“ He struck back down against his bony ribs, the gentle fervor behind his finger tips sending Crowley’s head slamming against the headrest behind him, overcome with belly laughs and cackles he couldn’t contain if he wanted to (he did not, but don’t tell his angel that). “-my, well you just can't take it, can you?”

Curse Aziraphale and his evil teasing. Why did he have to be so sweet and gentle about it? Always made Crowley want to explode on the spot just to expel all that nervous, flustered energy inside him.

“Stohohop! Really, ahahangel, I-!”

CRUNCH

The tickling stopped, and so did any movement or sounds amongst the two of them, for just a moment. They eyed the ice cream cone dripping between Crowley’s fingers, dollops falling onto the leather between his legs.

A small snicker from the back of Aziraphale’s throat, before the angel fell into helpless cackles. The irony of it all just…tickled him so.

And though so very annoyed at that sticky stain he was now having to angle himself away from, avoiding getting any on his black jeans…Crowley began to laugh too. What could he say, angelic laughter was far too contagious for him to help himself.

…

Crowley burnt from the inside out. The flames soured everything inside him, churning his insides and scolding his flesh to a burnt replica.

His eyes unconsciously darted to the seat he sat upon, wondering if under all the cleaning products and the eventual miracle, there was still a sweet pink stain underneath it all.

He turned back towards the road. His hold so tight on the wheel his arms started to shake, pushing hard against the wheel until it began shaking too.

Strangling the wheel of his poor car, he shook and fought and bellowed out a loud, growling yell from deep in his belly, slamming his fist against the wheel repeatedly. Of course, it was of no use. Memories replayed over, a broken record of moments he dreaded bringing to surface.

With an agonized cry, he tried again.

—

A/N : hope you enjoyed, i didn’t, these two have broken me!!!! bye i’m gonna go listen to Unknown/Nth by Hozier yet again and grieve

[revolutionarywig]

Apologies for the hyperactivity tonight but I do be experiencing a multitude of emotions these days

Anyways aaaaaa i finally got to see my favourite kunqu (bruh autocorrect tf) opera actor tonight. This do be one of those moments where I loath the potato resolution of my phone camera

*Swooooons

Like it blew my mind especially when I hear him sing, like wow that sing-song melody really is his voice....This is a real person who has perfected and memorized all these tones and gestures and movements and performed them to such meticulousness....(小明真的就是演的很稳很稳啊）

I didn't take pictures during the performance since the theatre is very strict about it (and also ENJOY the performance).

The process to get autographs afterwards though was a lot, but he was so close.....omg.....that's him......

I was also reeeeally surprised by how fast they change out of their costumes and makeup, like it was less than 20 minutes between the curtain drop to them exiting the backdoor.

BUT YOOOOOO I GOT AUTOGRAPHS FROM BOTH TWO ACTORS!! 不仅施夏明老师单雯老师的签名也拿到了！！呜呜呜有生之年

Maybe it would be appropriate to share here but i did drew him a gift haha, it wasn't a lot of chance to interact (because of the amount of people) but he said it was cute. ASDFAESYAHSDF YEEEEEAAAAY

I've seen this play before online prior to this performance, but it was really refreshing to view it with a whole audience and it makes you realize the context/boldness of the emotion in this play.

A random poster that I did a long time ago when I first watched it online but never shared

虎狼之词但是.....我觉得我真的看到了男同。我觉得这个剧的潜在一些感情上真的可以很男同很男同 （首先就是那个女扮男装然后两个人在大路上秀恩爱那直视感不就是完全两个男同 然后女主还说‘哎呀人都在看呢’ 男主还毫不在意，我觉得不只��我全场的人都可以进行自动脑补了呵呵呵呵呵呵）。我觉得连后面那段母亲完全不理解沈复的痴迷都可以做成一个allegory，然后女配角完全既视感就是所有男同电影里受委屈的直女角色+同人女哈哈哈哈

啊对不起是我搞男同搞多了-

Anyways lol Im gonna see two more performances with him in it hahahaha so this will not be the last post about this

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies today.

Anonymous asked:

Hell yeah, I’d get a daki from you. Also, Edmund as a body pillow? I’d eat that right up! (You can take that literally or figuratively.) Also a Lilia daki would be sexy af. Hmmm, depending on my cash situation later, I’d love to get an Idia dakimakura. The thought of his over flustered face makes me positively FERAL.

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! <3 Of course, feel free to message me about an Idia dakimakura or anything else whenever you want. He is the most perfect fit when it comes to characters to be put on daki, to be honest…

I am also very happy to see you feel that way about the possibility of Edmund as a body pillow hehe I would also love to eat it up both literally and figuratively. This boy is very eatable.

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I am sending this ask in super late but your guys piece with mountain Jade killed me. Like seeing the canon art was so cute and handsome and then the groovy had me on my knees clutching my heart and then your interpretation just KO'd me , just like he probably KO'd the poor soul who found him. I could see that one sketch (I think it was you two) where Jade and Rook pass each other in the woods with unidentified long black bags that suspiciously look like people.

But I was revived with the latest cute fucking Octo Trio in Isle of Lamentation and ASFGKJ I am so FERAL for that group of characters. (Not me up here crying in the club at Orthos HUMAN?! cute excited face omg 😭)

Is this Idia's dream and that's why he looks so shocked or is he super concerned because EELS are going to corrupt his baby bro!

Oh and how soft Azul looks at Idia, like they are group of highly disfunctional people who are a little (a lot) crazy for each other in all sorts of ways 🫠 but they are so pretty!!!! and WHY can't Floyd keep his clothes on ahahaha. He's just waltzing around half naked like a gladiator of old and everyone else is dressed appropriately. Orthos excitement over shoes is so cute! Is he looking at Floyd showing off his cool kicks (cause that eel is a certified sneaker head(?) Shoe fanatic?)

And as a last thing. Kalim is like an Asian parent in the way they show their affection through 'You vaguely like something? Here's a lifetime supply because I don't know how else to show my feelings'. Like I know it's just how Kalim is, very open with his affections for Jamil and he probably thinks money and gifts are the best ways to display that. Especially if Kalim can't get as touchy feely and handy as he would like but it just reminded me of that behavior.

No worries, thank you for sending asks!! I am always replying after like 4 months, so “late” doesn’t exist here; time is a flat circle lol

I am very happy you liked that Jade drawing, and YES it was me who drew that doodle of Jade and Rook lol We really love a forest as a creepy setting in general, so I just keep defaulting to something spooky whenever I draw anything related to it. And Jade’s new card was the perfect opportunity!

Jade really is a cryptid from the mountains… And apparently a very charming one 😭

Igni+Octa is such a good combination, I can’t get enough of them! I’m happy you also like them together!! <3 Ortho would always get along with Floyd lol The Tweels are bad influence on him.

It isn’t necessarily Idia’s dream, it’s kind of like an AU? We just wanted to put them in a setting that has vibes similar to Ancient Greece. But you are right: Idia is terrified because while he was talking to Azul, Ortho got completely enamoured by a pair of cool sandals… what else these creeps (fellow shoe fanatics!) are going to give him??

It’s so funny that you noted that Floyd just can’t keep his clothes on, we were wondering the same thing. I drew this sketch a while ago and coloured it the day we posted it, and the entire time I was unsure if I should dress him a little… I guess nah… he really is a gladiator at heart lol

You also completely nailed it about Kalim! I do think that he would love to shower Jamil with gifts, and to him it’s just like little ways to show appreciation and affection… when you are used to your family buying a whole-ass amusement park for one day just because you wanted to hang out there once, getting your beloved Jamil a lifetime supply of chocolate doesn’t feel too crazy at all!

Thank you as always for your kind review of everything that we post <3 I’ll reply to your other ask too!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

PEAKED NIPPLE ALERT!

ok sorry sorry but is Deuce going to get stuck again? Because that would be hilarious. Jack can't help himself when his Athletic rival is under him. Do you think they do this frequently? Working out does increase the blood flow and those running outfits are pretttttty tight.

YES!!

Also yes, this is very likely lol It’s a bit difficult to say if it’s them getting too riled up because of them training together, or it’s because Jack would develop a Pavlovian reaction at some point… He sees Deuce in those shorts – things happen :”( <3

Anonymous asked:

If Deuce tugs on Jack's tail, will Jack-

1. Yelp

2. Growl

3. Moan

:3

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm the "Deuce pulling on Jack's tail" anon. I forgot to add-

He does it at a random point during the day. Like, just walking behind him and just grabbed it and pulled.

(forgive me for forgetting to add this, I feel bad for sending in two asks for one question....)

I think it depends on what is on Jack’s mind at that time. It’s not entirely impossible for him to produce a sound that is too close to moaning… that would be embarrassing…

But in all honesty, I think he would yelp. Which would also be embarrassing because this is too much of a puppy-like reaction. He isn’t a kid anymore..!

If it’s someone else or Jack doesn’t see it’s Deuce who’s touching his tail, I think he’s going to growl though. The boy’s ready to attack lol

[frogofalltime]

23.02.2024

today i had no classes at all so i let myself sleep in without an alarm. i had around 10 hours of sleep and when i got up i felt a lot more well rested than i have in a long time.

i brought my notebook, pens, and ipad to the kitchen and got started with studying immediately after eating breakfast. this was a very smart idea because normally executive dysfunction means i procrastinate for hours between tasks, but today i had all the things i needed to do my work straight away.

i watched and took notes on a lecture that i missed last week, it was about jawless vertebrates (lampreys and hagfish) and it was very interesting. i drew lots of weird little creatures.

then i took a break to use the bathroom, pray, and eat lunch. i didn't bother getting changed out of my pyjamas, because i was feeling very sick from The Plague™️, and i wasn't planning on leaving the flat, and i also needed to shower before i could put clean clothes on anyway because i was a Stinky Rat Boy

after that i started working on a coursework project that i should've started months ago but it felt too daunting. it took many hours and i sent a few rants to @etherealspacejelly and @mollusc-consultant but eventually i got it done. there's just one more task i need to do for that project which is a mock interview, i am still putting that off because Autism™️, but the deadline is in just under two weeks so i have time. when i've done that it will hopefully be ready to submit.

i also looked on the university website to find out when all my deadlines are and i put them into my reminders app so i would not forget. this made me feel a lot more organised and on top of things rather than like i was drowning under stress.

then i put away my laundry which had been hanging to dry in my room all week; i didn't realise how much it was stressing me out until it was all put away and i finally had space to move around in my room again. you know what maybe marie kondo is right and an uncluttered home is the most important thing for mental health after all

after prayer time i decided to cook a proper meal for dinner and i called my mother while i did that. she gets worried if i don't talk to her a few times per week. little things did annoy me, like how she said "i always love hearing from my daughter", and when i compared myself to the cat saying i was "so sleepy all the time like meery" (because i keep having to take naps recently) she was like "yes he's a sleepy boy and you're a sleepy girl" :/ but oh well it doesn't matter.

i ate dinner and i was reading percy jackson when my Cool Gay Flatmate walked into the kitchen. she was wearing a really nice outfit which was similar to the kind of clothes i usually wear, and she's dyed her hair green and cut it shorter, and she has a nose ring and other piercings, basically she's exactly the kind of person i want to be friends with, but i Literally Never See Her because she's always staying at her girlfriend's house or visiting family and stuff. i have such a huge platonic crush on her :')

she noticed i was reading percy jackson and got excited about it and we both nerded out about it for a while, which was super fun !! she likes one of my special interests omg !! but she had to go because she was going to be late for something, which was sad because i really want to spend more time with her !! also i was kinda embarrassed because she always bumps into me when i'm like. in my pyjamas and sick and desperately need a shower. but i want her to see me when i'm wearing my daytime clothes and not Dishevelled™️ so she thinks i am cool aaaaa

then i washed my dishes and went to take a shower but it was hard and i procrastinated a lot. afterwards i felt a lot better though. being greasy and stinky is Not fun

i put on clean pyjamas and went back to the kitchen to eat a snack before bed. i have such a huge appetite recently, i can't stop eating, and it's kind of scary, but i am trying really hard to honour my body's needs. i ended up eating twice as much chocolate as i had intended to eat, but i have to remember that it's okay. i'm finally eating what my body wants after more than ten years of neglecting it and i think that's extremely important.

@parasite-2 sent robin a mathematics challenge and robin asked me to help, so i spent two hours puzzling over it which was So Much Fun. i forgot how much i enjoy doing maths questions. its probably also good for my brain, right ? maybe i should do this more often as self care.

then i finally went to bed, i changed my pillow case because i had just washed my hair and that's the Rules. i was feeling very ill again, i couldn't stop coughing and my back hurt a lot, so it took ages for me to get to sleep. i think i finally fell asleep around 2am.

[quinloki]

Oh man I just got pencils weee

For now just some basic ones, I tend to go crazy buying hobby supplies and then just drop the hobby so this will do for now <<

But also I thought of something funny that I thought you would appreciate since you said you used to Gaia too

But like my sophomore year of HS the local paper was accepting drawing submissions to feature in the art section and my mom submitted one of mine as a surprise

But she like, submitted art of my Gaia avatar bc it was something I had scanned into our family computer

So all my extended family clipped this thing from the paper and proudly displayed it on the fridge like it was on my grandparents fridge for like years until I removed it

I was torn between omg cool and omg I’m EMBARRASSED bc I was like 15 and that seemed so very uncool

It’s been over 15 years and I still remember this so vividly lmao

….

The drawing:

ITS SO FUNNY WHY WAS THIS WHAT SHE PICKED 😂😂

OMG in the news paper and everything - my family would've been the same way. And I am the SAME WAY about hobby stuff. It's one of the reasons I was glad to go digital - the tablet is an investment, but I only need one and it lasts a really long time. (I can also fiddle with and redo lines until I'm good with it >.> )

Speaking of Gaiaonline - I hung out there for a while. This is apparently the last outfit I saved before effectively walking away from my account

So there you go, fwiw xD

I was fairly active there for a good while, ran a Charity thread, met quite a few friends (and one fleeting love interest >.> ) and I'm still friends with one of them. Since you put your art on the public fridge I'll do the same - here's a picture I drew traditionally at the request of a friend.

It makes me smile because it reminds me of the days of Glomping - flying or otherwise.

From the way long ago year of 2005. (the character in pigtails is the one who requested said image, and the one I'm still friends with even after 10+ years ^_^ )

Man, how far I've come XD I may struggle with liking my art today, but I can't argue I've improved.

I have to admit though, I'm loving the similarities in style \o/ I can't wait to see what you can do today - though take it from me sometimes it can take a few drawings to knock the cobwebs off, especially if it's been so long.

Your muscles have to remember what your mind still knows 🥰❤️

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

hmm I wonder where kay has been

hi guys it’s my birthday and today I remembered that I have tumblr omg!!!! anyway. where has kay been?

sorry for not posting for like 20 years😭😭😭 i kinda stopped drawing for a little while cuz college applications were happening and that’s a preeeeeettttttttyyyyyy big deal at least for me so i vanished and didn’t post any Blitzwing 😵 can you BELIEVE IT? NO BLITZWING? On @kayrllylikesblitzwing?!(!?(?! Are you JOSHING me rn????

and then after the college apps had all gone down i had scholarshipss to fill out and my Apple Pencil DIED like it completely stopped working, charging, or even pairing to my iPad and I didn’t want to post my traditional stuff because Guys. Guys I’m such a FAKER my traditional is so BAD BAD BAD! so I just kinda forgo about posting but now here I am. New Apple Pencil. Posting!!!!

except it’s been a long year LOL and ive really started liking another show outside of transformers fandom. It’s a pretty small show, pretty niche, pretty undergrou—

it’s fucking chainsaw man

here’s one of my chainsaw man ocs her name is ume and she’s like kobeni if kobeni had no skills whatsoever but lots of money and a closeted desire to be emo😭😭 ume is fun to shitpost even though she’s stupid and in the stupid lore I’m writing dies horribly oopsie-daisy

I have a BUNCH of csm ocs so I might post them sometime to get them outta my system so then I can go back to BLITZPOSTING YAAAYY it’s actually been so long the last time I drew Blitzwing was likiiike a few months ago

anyway I am cringe but I am free thanks for showing up 😭😭😭

[daisymae-12]

9 favourite books

Thanks for the tags @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @kiwiana-writes @cricketnationrise loved seeing all the lists!! adding so much to my TBR ahh

So it's pretty obvious from this list that I haven't read many books in the last decade 🥴 Discovered fanfic 12 years ago and haven't really been interested in books since 😂 So most of these are my childhood/teenage faves - gave me a huge throwback for sure 💀

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston - the book that ended my 7 year book reading drought. Don't need to say much about this one - it changed my life etc etc

The Mediator (series) by Meg Cabot - am I breaking rules by including a whole bunch of series 😂 still love this series so frkn much. Probably my most reread set of books. Apparently it's being adapted into a tv series/film - no news since 2020 but if it happens I will literally cry (happy tears).

1800-Where-Are-You (series) by Meg Cabot - can you tell I loved this author 😂 loved all her YA mysteries

Anne of Green Gables (series) by L.M. Montgomery - when I was 8 I bought the first book at the library sale for 20c and from there begged my mum to buy me the rest of the series. Anne and Gilbert my first ship 😩

Driftwood by Cathy Cassidy - read this when I was probably 10 or so and sometimes I still think about how it really shifted my worldview at that age. Probably the first time I was exposed to the heavy topics it hinted at

Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus (series) by Rick Riordan - love Greek/Roman mythology so these were obviously going to be a fave. So excited for the tv series ahh

Nancy Drew (series) by Carolyn Keene - yup I really loved mystery series 😂

The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau - Ok I remember loving this book but what the fuck, apparently not enough to know it's part of a series ?! (I just googled to check the author and discovered my whole life is a lie) I literally thought it was a stand alone, I'm frkn shook. Bye I'm embarrassed 🙃

The Inheritance Cycle (series) by Christopher Paolini - besides mystery books I was also very big into fantasy 🥲 don't remember much about it now but I loved it. Won't ever forget how they fumbled the bag so hard on that film adaptation 🥴

+1. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson - omg not a favourite but when I was 10, this was the book the teacher was reading to us in class. I was impatient at the speed we were going so I borrowed it from the library myself and was absolutely fucking shocked at the ending. I think I cried LOL [my first exposure to MCD 😳 as a kid I would've appreciated a TW 🥲 still haunts me to this day 😂]

Apologies for the long ramble 😅 ok I need new books to read because I obviously haven't been reading them enough so would love to see more lists 👀 no pressure tags: @cultofsappho @adreamareads @heybuddy-drabbles @celeritas2997 @14carrotghoul @heartitinthesilence @sherryvalli @darwinsfinchesx @gwiazdziarka @purgingmyemotions @happiness-of-the-pursuit +anyone else who wants to share

[nwarrior777]

another life blogging thoughts. it starts with me thinking about changing my username, but its much more than that. pls sorry if i write smth not clearly i really not in perfect mind condition

tw: life crisis, identity crisis, sad thoughts, stream of thoughts

advice ONLY if you have something really similar. support commentary is encouraged but only if they are specific (like "giving you some cookies!!! or giving you yellow blanket!! or "sending you a frog meme" etc etc)

iiii think i maybe want to change my username. is this a fckin middle crisis they were talking about.

like. nwarrior was ment that i am fighting against stereotypes against shitty normis Norms, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia etc etc and shit and etc, to society, to myself. and like my fight is my art. buuut

last time i think more about that. i dont want it to be fight. like. i don't want it to prove something to these fuckers who do this awful evil things to us. why would i care about them? they will not stop doing their shit because i drew bodypositive art. but. then i draw representative art my followers will feel happy (i mean, i read comments so i can assume you do).

so i don't want to make a point of my representative art on fighting. it's not about showing evil guys that they are (shock!) evil, i want focus of my work to be on. spreading warm and positive and giving positive emotions. i mean, it doesn't change anything in my content itself, but more. of my attitude to it? i just always thought about it as my little contribution in an endless fight for our rights? but like.

as i said long ago, we, oppressed people, are always were are and will be the winners because we have the most great power of life itself - love. and oppressors can't steal it and it's so, so powerful. stealing is their trademark, but Love. you can't steal Love and make it into something bad. it's Love. they can lie, try to fake it, try to buy it. yk it's so funny, i just realize. they think they can do everything but they can't do the only thing in life that really matters (and no, i am not excluding aroace people from narrative here, Love is like. is something more here than sex or dating, try to understand me pls.)

so yeah i... i am sitting here and thinking that it's something more than a fight. it's a strange fight if we already have a winner but looser don't know about it and think that he is on the top and treats a winner like shit and a winner constantly need to prove that little fucker that prize is in their hands and looser think that prize is something different.

and so, yeah, i know that it is in fact a fight and we are fighting for our rights. but i am so tired of fighting. i recently figured out that i need to fight myself a g a i n because i thought i was much better at being good person, but no. i mean i have some progress but turned out i am so so so not enough and i am crying and have that thing in trout first time since idk then. and i thought, omg, do i have to fight myself again, like, feeling literally like i stubbing my heart (for people just thinking "lol that heart bit that edgy lol" - yeah, edgy, can i be """edgy"""" in my mental breakdown middle life crisis fckin letter feelings which i type without script, okay thanks!)

and i thought like.... maybe i can make something more

my trademark was a sword, like, warrior.... but now i am thinking more about... something warm. a cup of tea, spreading through your body, flower, fire. something like this? it would be nice like.... and it's really more helpfull to use to urself symbols of cup of tea and flowers and warmth then a sword. it's so much more calming and comforting.... yeah... i think i will think about it

my sword is like a toothpick to that evil voide around. my sword against that void in me - it's big damage. but. if i will give someone, including me, a nice warm cup of chamomile tea... the world will really become better.

[ezralva]

I've been following you for a coupla years now ever since your xicheng era. It's interesting to see whenever you get into new fixations, it introduces me to lesser animes or BLs or new ships that otherwise I would never think of and more often than not I got hooked to them thanks to you 😁 I'm very shy and awkward so mostly in fandoms I'm in im just a silent enjoyer and follower. I'm so happy when you started posting and reblogging jjk because it's a fandom I've been silently lurking for years and moreover because you like stsg and also chousou because they are one of my favorites too. I pretty much enjoy reading your posts and your reblog tags, they are funny! May you share how you got into that? Because you mention one time that you regret those who drew you into jjk 😅 is it something to do with big fandom?

Ps. I like your fic so much, it's like a healing session after chapter 236, I thought i'd let you know here because i'm too shy to comment directly on the fic

Omg this is so sweet of you, anon, thank you! I hope y'know your kind words just made my whole day <3. Wow if you've been following me that long then you shud go off anon so I wud know who you are ^^ but I get it! I enjoy being silent lurker and follower too from times to times.

Also wow I'm amazed you've put up with my everchanging fixations that long lol I know I'm annoying that whenever I'm into new fixation then I wudn't shut up abt it for a while and too lazy to ever make sideblogs. Anw, I don't really remember when I said that ahaha I'd most likely just joked or be sarcastic when I wrote that. I did feel so much pain knowing my otp is a doomed ship but it's nothing I didn't know before I even started jjk. Moreover it ended in a good note for me what with the latest chapters of them so it's all good now. The abundant loveable characters of jjk making it easy to explore other dynamics and ships too. Even dynamics I'd usually nvr entertain so it's been an eye opener experience! I don't regret a thing. Glad to know we share similar tastes :)

but yea I'm really not good with big fandoms overall and am usually content with the tiny corner of my own. My last experience with big fandoms, before I switched completely to obscure fandoms, were too unpleasant that I didn't wish to ever repeat it. But I'm more adept with curating what I wanna see now so I won't get put-off or get bored quickly. Tiny fandoms are nice and comfy but they were oftentimes unsustainable for me due to the lack of interactions. Still, I'm so happy to hear my shitposts could actually introduce you to new fixations!

Abt how I get into jjk. Well, unlike any other animes mangas I'm into, I actually have irl friends and coworkers that are fans of jjk. 3 of them are close to me (one of them is my spouse lol) and had literally pestered me to try it for long so they'd have someone to talk with. So I'd known about it since around 2 years ago when the movie came out. I was curious bcs it was such a hype around me even though they were all adults who usually didn't even watch anime so there must be sth different abt it. Yet I kept putting it off cz I was just not into supernatural fantasy shounen. I decided this year would be a good time to start since with season 2 the hype around me was too high that I just got swept in it, naturally. I cudn't tamp down my curiosity any longer plus I got time now during this break so why not, right? The thing is my irl friends arent into simping let alone shipping (at least not that I know in public, who knows what they might be doing in private) so I keep that side here ofc!

Awwwh thank you so much for letting me know you like my fic! Ch 236 was indeed devastating for a while tho it was still a HE in some aspects (for me). It's an outlet for me to pour my HCs for the characters that stuck with me. I hope you know that even if it's just excited emojis, a comment in the fic worths a lot for authors cz it let them know not just abt whether their fics are being read and liked, but how their works actually affect the readers, it's a potent drive for authors and feedbacks are helping authors so you don't need to be shy 😉

[felixantares]

11 22 19 ayo

omg some of those are so fun!! 💚

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I have such a hard time killing my darlings 😭 I never want to. But I do it!! even though it’s hard! I did it not even like a week ago. There was a whole severitus plot line in build me no shrines that I was super attached to and I cut it, because it wasn’t working. I was crying the whole time and now I have a separate severitus fic that is in no way related. But yes I have a darling graveyard, usually they don’t stay dead long and get turned into new fic ideas

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I mean, I’ve been doing creative writing forever it feels like. I wrote little short stories as a kid and drew really terrible comics. My mum got me this novel writing program that had a code for an online forum when I was around 12, and so I started writing a novel (I finished it too! I was 13 and it’s actually insane, the plot makes no sense, but like!! I did it, 45k of nonsense. my mum was so proud) but I joined the forum and it was a bunch of other kids all 12-17 who wanted to write books too. I kinda stopped for a while in high school and uni because I’d been told I couldn’t do anything with writing, that it was too hard to make a career out of it and I was better off doing something practical (haha jokes on them I went into art). Then in like… 2016? I had a brief little period where I wrote a couple Merlin fics, they didn’t do super well and I got a couple nasty comments that kinda put me off writing fanfic at all. Then in uhhhh August last year I got really into Harry Potter again after I broke off a toxic friendship with someone who said I couldn’t be queer and also like Harry Potter, so as a giant fuck you to them I joined the first HP discord server I found — which I kinda found my people right away and now I’m quite happily inhabiting my little corner of the internet and writing my stupid little stories.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Okay I don’t think I’m crazy organised but then I’ve been told I am, so idk make your own calls. I’ve got 2 physical notebooks, one for my two long WIPs and I just kinda put a coloured sticky note in the pages whenever I switch the fic I’m writing for, and a second book for random ideas and notes and stuff that usually gets transferred to the appropriate document later. The idea notebook is very small and lives in my pocket in case I’m out and need to write an idea down. But I don’t really take a lot of physical notes. My docs and folders though are perfectly organised. Docs are put in folders with their fic (or in the case of one shots, a folder for that) or like my general writing folder if it’s a resource, but I have a naming system that I use for all my projects, based on what kind of file it is so they get tagged with like [OUTLINE] or [WIP] or whatever is relevant. There’s a colour coding system within the documents (so like as I’m writing, notes to myself are always blue, notes on a character are green, sections that need editing are highlighted in red, sections that I’m currently working on are orange… and a few other colour keys that I won’t bore you with) and then I have a spreadsheet I use to track wc goals and overall progress and stuff. I’ve thought about using that “make your own wiki” site that was shared with me a little while ago (or I’ve got a subscription to WorldAnvil for my D&D notes, so maybe that) to start organising my lore notes a bit better, but that’s a fairly large project and I might just stick to what’s working for me.